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They can't hurt me, more than making me constable or taking away the parish business. Hah! "My crop of corn is but a field of weeds." Says Jerome: "Happiness is not for us poor crawling reptiles of the earth." Talk of Happiness and happiness! It's no such thing. [looks at GIMBLET] Every person has something.
If I had only myself to care for I'd soon make Double Elephant look foolish and Filligree work. [loudly] I hope I shall live to see "The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds," as Young says.Hear then the pride & knowledge of a Sailor,His spirit sail, fore sail, main sail, & his mizen.A poor frail man! God wot, I know none frailer.I know no greater sinner than John Taylor.
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[enters] What's new, Column?
- COLUMN:
I am reading Theron and Aspasio.
- OBTUSE ANGLE:
I don't find it here.
- COLUMN:
O no, it was the MEDITATIONS!
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[begins to read]
[SCOPPRELL and Ms. GITTIPIN enter arm- in-arm, slowly proceeding to center table, where SCOPPRELL seats GITTIPIN]
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[picks up book] An Easy of Huming Understanding, by John Lookye Gent.
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John Locke.
- SCOPPRELL:
O, ay, Locke.
